Ode to a Dying Warrior
By: A.L.A.V.
Cold.
It is cold
As if it is winter
Though it's a warm summer's night
I know why I feel this cold
I am dying
Though I did not feel the blade that cut me
I did not see the blade that cut me
Still, it cut me
And I fell.
The attack was so quick
I wonder, dazed
Did he cut me from behind or in front?
I cannot tell.
Blood pools the ground around me
My blood
Pouring from the gash and the hole in my chest
Where I was stabbed.
My blood
Mingling with the sweat
Running down my face
Dripping into my mouth
A bitter and metallic taste.
My blood
Turning the asphalt
Rough against my cheek
Dark crimson, as it collects on the ground.
I want to get up
To face the one who stabbed me
But they have gone, saying
"Just lie there and die quietly."
And the one I fought to save said,
"Eventually you will die
So lay there and live as long as you will."
I am so weak I can no longer stand
Even breathing is hard
I wheeze, trying to draw in air.
Everything goes dark
I can hardly see the rain drenched street in front of me
The sky above is dark with clouds
Rumbling thunder
I can't hear.
I hardly feel the rain drops
Drumming on my head
Plinking on my broken sword
Lying near my hand.
I cannot hear them splatter
I cannot hear my own breath.
I close my eyes
I have never felt so tired, so cold
It hurts.
Pain
Cold
Heavy
Won't stop bleeding
Footsteps.
Rain stops
Everything goes dark.
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing.
Bleach is copyright to Tite Kubo
This poem was written by a close friend of mine, taken from episode 17 and/or volume 7, chapters 55 through 56, pages 63 through 85.
A.L.A.V has asked me to post this lovely poem on FFN to see what you folks think of it. Please give us your honest opinion and any advice you have.
Thanks so much and enjoy.
Jo Manta and A.L.A.V